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feet—when none of these things come to him as the “God bless you” of the departed day, how he must hate himself—how he must try to roll away from himself and sleep on the other side of the bed—when the only victory he can think of is some mean victory, in which he has wronged a neighbor. No wonder he always sneers when he tries to smile. How
and fair and good all the rest of the world must look to him, and how careless and dreary must his own path appear! Why, even one isolated act of meanness is enough to scatter cracker crumbs in the bed of the average man, and what must be the feelings of a man whose whole life is given up to mean acts? When there is so much suffering and heartache and misery in the world, anyhow, why should any one add a pound of wickedness or sadness to the general burden? Don't be mean, boys. Suffer injustice a thousand times rather than commit it
SING A SONG A SIXPENCE.
VOCALIZE in silver strains, and with pennies six,
, Measured farinaceous grain deftly intermix ; Take of ebon-tinted birds twenty-five or nigh, Place in crust-bound earthen vase, quickly then apply Calorific rays until the temp'rature is high ; Intersect the outer crust and a portion raise ; Hark! the feathered choristers are chanting hymns of
praise ! Wasn't that a sight to fill the monarch with amaze ? Rex was in his business room at the iron chest, Accurately estimating coin that he possessed ;
Fair Regina, striving hunger's cravings to appease, Ate with bread a product of the industry of bees; A servant in the garden hung apparel out to dry : Watched by an ebon-tinted bird, escaped the pie; He, full of righteous wrath, a swift avenger proved, And quickly her nasal protuberance removed.
TO THE DESPONDING.
TAKE this for granted, once for
There is neither chance nor fate, And to sit and wait for the sky to fall,
Is to wait as the foolish wait.
The laurel, longed for, you must earn
It is not of the things men lend,
The sooner the better, my friend.
Is a judgment all untrue.
A CHILD'S THOUGHT OF GOD.
You never see Him in the gold ;
God is so good, He wears a fold
Of heaven and earth across His face-
Slides down by thrills, through all things made,
On my shut lids her kisses' pressure, Half-waking me at night, and said, "Who kissed you through the dark, dear guesser ?"
THE MODEL WOMAN.
I KNOW a woman wondrous fair
KNOW a woman wondrous fair
A model woman she
When she goes out to tea.
Of dresses or of hats ;
And joins them in their spats.
Nor asks for pretty plaques ;
Which do his patience tax.
At least they may to some.
A WISÉLY ANONYMOUS MAN.
THE LIGHT THAT IS FELT.
TENDER child of summers three,
Seeking her little bed at night, Paused on the dark stair timidly. “Oh, mother! Take my hand,” said she,
“And then the dark will all be light.” We older children grope our way
From dark behind to dark before; And only when our hands we lay, Dear Lord, in Thine, the night is day
And there is darkness nevermore. Reach downward to the sunless days
Wherein our guides are blind as we, And faith is small and hope delays; Take Thou the hands of prayer we raise, And let us feel the light of Thee.
J. G. WHITTIER.
Clad in silk attire,
(Clumsy clouds of fire !)
Pink and pearly skin ;
Neither toil nor spin ;
At her belt a sun-flower bound,
Daisies on the table,
That's ästhetic Mabel !
Clad in coarse attire,
From a blazing fire:
Worn and withered skin ;
(When the frosts begin ;)-
Wash-tub, on the other;
ELEANOR C. DONNELLY.
THE SMILE AND THE SIGH.
Her age might be reckoned by less than a day.